George Clancy's place in the pecking order of high school boys was that of the safe, friendly, tall, reasonably good looking, good-dancer, guy, that girls would date, just to go on a pleasant date. To most girls, George was a square. He did not drink or smoke. He was not one of the local guys who had connections with one of the college fraternities, thereby able to bring a date to their parties.
His family was as nice as a fellow could have. He was a solid student that teachers and adults would comment about, "That boy will turn out to be a very impressive man."
George's view of life was not that rosy. For you see, a young guy measures his progress in life by what his current relationship is with one of the feminine creatures that occupies his world.
By that standard, George had been blown over by the tornados of feminine whimsy. Perhaps, it could be alleged, that George set himself up for these disasters when he chose to be very choosey about the girls that he dated.
An example occurred in his junior year. He met a girl, who would later be the Miss America candidate from his state. After dating her for three months, he took her to the four-day university gala, which included a formal dance. Three days later, she was asked by a college guy to attend a fraternity party. George was history.
The following summer, He dated a tall, beautiful, wealthy girl from Upper Montclair, New Jersey, who was employed as a counselor at a nearby girl's camp. They dated four or five days a week. George was the perfect guy for Susan Dumas to while away the summer. He never tried to go past necking. Besides, the Southern Girls in the adjacent cabin were pushed out of shape that they were not the center of the dating action, which pleased Susan no end.
Poor George. Two days after she left for college, she told him that, "It has been special knowing you, but I don't have time to maintain a romance."
In the spring of his senior year, he dated Jean Luck. Half of the guys in school stated out loud that, "Boy, how would you like to fuck, Luck?" She was a decent kid. She also was very attractive. In fact, would become the Homecoming Queen at the university that she attended.
George decided to get his service obligation out of the way before he went to college. While still in boot camp, sixty-eight days after Jean had told him that they would always be an item, he received a "Dear John" letter explaining that Jean had decided that two years was a very long time. She would date. She suggested that he do too. In the service? Fat chance. Only those who have experienced the loneliness of service life would understand how despondent George became. From that moment, he counted the number of days that remained of his service obligation.
George now had a very jaded opinion of the opposite sex. When he heard Frank Sinatra sing, "Blues In The Night," there was a line that he repeated over and over. "A woman will sweet talk, and give you the big eye, but when the sweet talking done, a woman is a two face, a worry some thing, that will leave you to sing the blues in the night."
Money was tight for George when he was at the university. He worked a job. Seldom dated. His classmates were two years younger then he was. His observations were that most of the girls were one step away from brainless.
Time passed. As predicted by his teachers, he continued to mature, and grow as a man. At twenty-five he had a professional position. Still the nice guy, his world was that of law firms. George could be tough if necessary. At two hundred and twenty pounds, and the holder of a black belt in judo, his physical powers equaled his highly respected professional work product.
The first time that he was in real contact with Kelly, his wife to be, she had attended a party at the home of a mutual friend. She got completely zonked. Could not stand up. George offered to take her home. Later, she woke to find herself in her own bed. A roommate told her that she thought that George had an interest in her because of the way that he had cared for her, yet he had not taken the opportunity to observe her breasts when her dress had slipped off her shoulders, revealing much of her cleavage, or when her dress had ridden up her legs revealing her panties.
With a laugh, the roommate added, "You were giggling. Most guys would have taken off your clothes and fucked you. You were on your back with your legs open, when he placed the covers on you."
Kelly asked the roommate, "Did you get his name?"
"Sure, it is George Clancy. If you don't go after him, I will."
George was now a hunted man.
Kelly found out that he went to the Liberty restaurant for lunch. She found him there. One thing led to another. She invited him to visit her. Less then five minutes after he appeared at her apartment, she was on her back, with George stroking his cock into her pussy.
Kelly had dated and fucked a previous boy friend for five years. The previous boy friend had access to a camp where they could be alone. Needless to say, they had all day fuck secessions. It happened so often, that Kelly was accustomed to taking off her clothes and fucking as soon as she was alone with a guy who was attractive to her.
That first night, Kelly admitted to George that she had fucked her last date, even though she had not intended to. "I was a last minute blind date for a buddy of Kathy's boyfriend. We all went to the "Red Dog" for drinks and dancing. The guy that I was with was drunk. When we got back to the apartment he settled into the couch. Kathy and her boy friend went into her bedroom. Soon, I could hear them having sex. The guy that I was with was fondling my breasts, but I would not let him go further. I wanted to get into bed, and go to sleep. Tomorrow was another day.
I tried to persuade him to leave, but he just closed his eyes. So, I got up, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When I came out, my hair was up in rollers. I had cream on my face.
He was in my bed, pretending to be asleep. Well, Duh? I knew that if I got into that bed, he would do me. I had just washed my pussy, which had made me horny, so I got into the bed with him, naked.
He ate me long enough so that I was ready for him when he slid up on me. He was drunken enough that he turned out to be a very enjoyable sex partner. He pumped his cock into me for twenty-five minutes. I cum twice. Then I lie there contemplating if he would ever stop.
We both went to sleep. I guess having to pee woke him up about four in the morning. I really was not interested in having sex then, but by the time that I woke up enough to determine what time it was, he was slipping his cock into my pussy again. I didn't cum, but he did."
George could not believe his ears. A woman was giving him honest straight talk. At the time, he would think of her as Miss Right. Later he would exclaim to friends that she is Always Right. You see, Kelly had her own stories of boyfriends who were deceitful, or plainly self-centered. The more she knew George, the more that she knew that this was the man for her. When she discovered that he had knocked her up three months later, their fate was sealed. He married her.
They were an interesting couple. Each feasted on the others talents. Both had supreme confidence in the other. He, pursuing an aviation career, which took him out of town many nights, relinquished the handling of their finances completely to her.
They had two children. Both had good positions. Kelly, with George's blessing, experimented with other sexual partners. Upon returning home, George would fuck her, as she regaled him with detailed descriptions of her exploits. The bottom line was trust.
George retired from a major airline at age fifty-five, due to a medical problem. Now he had the time for golf, fishing, and playing with the computer. Both he and Kelly registered their profiles in the site called, "Classmates."
Kelly received an inquire from an old boy friend. In her e-mail to him, Kelly mentioned that she now lived just outside of Tampa. His response was; "Wow, I fly into Orlando once a quarter, do you think that we could get together?"
Both George and Kelly laughed when they read that. "He get into your pants back then?" George asked.
"Tried, but I never let him. I was just a junior in high school."
"Do you want to see what you missed?"
"Sure, why not? It would be more interesting that watching TV."
George and Kelly were into some kinky activities, so they agreed that when she was in the room with the guy, a John Cook, that she would phone George.
The night came. Kelly left the house at five so that she could have dinner with John at six-thirty. At five after eight George's phone rang.
"Is this Georgie, Porgy?" Kelly purred into the phone, with a voice touched with a drunken slur.
"How is it going?"
Firmer now, she said, "Well, I am on my back in a hotel room. Mr. John Cook is between my legs. Why don't you ask him how it is going? I will hand the phone to him."
A man's voice could be heard saying, "I can't fucking believe this."
George asked, "You on John?"
"Ha, ha, ha, yes, I'm on George. You must be a great fucker? You are also one lucky son-of-a-bitch."
"You know John, You are the first guy to tell me that he understands that. I am indeed the luckiest son-of-a-bitch alive to have a woman like Kelly as a wife. So, tell me what are you doing at the moment?"
George overheard John ask Kelly, "He is asking me what we are doing?"
Kelly laughed, then said, "You tell him exactly what you are doing, and what you intend to do for the next couple of hours."
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